June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the sekunde Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny and they may never return if they do not find it in time.
January 21st 90,000,000 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the mirror of fate. They grow close to each other and learn how to survive. The others take care of Mist and protect him.
The mother sees the land the mirror has chosen and warns the father of the barren lands their children must survive on.
November 4th 80,000,000 BC 7:56 P.M.
The children have learned to hunt and fight. they will soon begin their journey to find their destiny.
Their guardian Angel visits them in their dreams. She tells them of their quest and what they must do. She tells them they must leave each other and look for the one place that calls to them, that they are drawn to. There they shall find their chosen destiny.
The inayofuata morning they leave to tafuta of their destiny. Mist surely isn't coming back, they know this. He is small and vulnerable and has been protected his entire life.
Mist leaves his brothers with tears in his eyes. Even he knows he will not come back. He knows that death soon will fall upon him. He is not ready for death but it must come.
'Tis my destiny to die I suppose.' he tells Ceelarion, 'but I am not ready to die, my life, it is just beginning, and now its going to end. without me knowing what would happen if I survived.'
'Farewell, little brother,' says Ceelarion.
'Farewell, dear Ceelarion. I shall miss wewe very much.'
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the sekunde Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny and they may never return if they do not find it in time.
January 21st 90,000,000 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the mirror of fate. They grow close to each other and learn how to survive. The others take care of Mist and protect him.
The mother sees the land the mirror has chosen and warns the father of the barren lands their children must survive on.
November 4th 80,000,000 BC 7:56 P.M.
The children have learned to hunt and fight. they will soon begin their journey to find their destiny.
Their guardian Angel visits them in their dreams. She tells them of their quest and what they must do. She tells them they must leave each other and look for the one place that calls to them, that they are drawn to. There they shall find their chosen destiny.
The inayofuata morning they leave to tafuta of their destiny. Mist surely isn't coming back, they know this. He is small and vulnerable and has been protected his entire life.
Mist leaves his brothers with tears in his eyes. Even he knows he will not come back. He knows that death soon will fall upon him. He is not ready for death but it must come.
'Tis my destiny to die I suppose.' he tells Ceelarion, 'but I am not ready to die, my life, it is just beginning, and now its going to end. without me knowing what would happen if I survived.'
'Farewell, little brother,' says Ceelarion.
'Farewell, dear Ceelarion. I shall miss wewe very much.'
Something Beautiful
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with vitabu scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to muziki but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with vitabu scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to muziki but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.
It's best if wewe say your opinion
Xbox 360 au ps3? (Xbox)
Twilight au Harry Potter? (duh Harry Potter)
Is metal good music? (Of course it is!)
What do wewe think of Justin Beiber? au One Direction? or... um... The Jonas Brothers? (They all suck)
Nintendo au Sega? (Niiiinnteendooo)
Should gays have rights? (NEVER!)
Should cannabis be legalized? (No Doubt)
Should America have better gun control? (yes)
Should wanyama have rights? (yep)
Halo au COD? (Halo)
Is pokemon childish? (no)
Facebook au twitter? (Facebook)
AND NOW THE ULTIMATE WAY TO START ARGUMENTS ONLINE:
nyota wars au trek which is better? (STAR WARS!)
Xbox 360 au ps3? (Xbox)
Twilight au Harry Potter? (duh Harry Potter)
Is metal good music? (Of course it is!)
What do wewe think of Justin Beiber? au One Direction? or... um... The Jonas Brothers? (They all suck)
Nintendo au Sega? (Niiiinnteendooo)
Should gays have rights? (NEVER!)
Should cannabis be legalized? (No Doubt)
Should America have better gun control? (yes)
Should wanyama have rights? (yep)
Halo au COD? (Halo)
Is pokemon childish? (no)
Facebook au twitter? (Facebook)
AND NOW THE ULTIMATE WAY TO START ARGUMENTS ONLINE:
nyota wars au trek which is better? (STAR WARS!)
My fuckin Little gppony, pony be a funky-ass brand of plastic ponies produced since 1983 kwa tha toy manufacturer Hasbro. Marketed primarily ta hoes, tha ponies feature colorful bodies n' manes n' a unique symbol on one and both sidez of they flanks, referred ta up in tha two most hivi karibuni generations as "cutie marks". My fuckin lil gppony, pony was again revamped up in tha mid-2000z wit freshly smoked up n' mo' modern looks ta appeal ta a whole freshly smoked up market.
Followin tha original gangsta My fuckin Pretty gppony, pony toy, introduced up in 1981, My fuckin Little gppony, pony was launched up in 1983 n' tha line became ghettofab durin tha 1980s. Da original gangsta toy line ran from 1983 ta 1995 (1992 up in tha US), n' inspired animated specials, a animated feature length film n' three animated televizzle series.
Da toy line had a lata release up in Japan, kwa Takara up in tha '80s durin Generation 1, n' kwa Takara Tomy up in 2006 fo' a period of time.
Followin tha original gangsta My fuckin Pretty gppony, pony toy, introduced up in 1981, My fuckin Little gppony, pony was launched up in 1983 n' tha line became ghettofab durin tha 1980s. Da original gangsta toy line ran from 1983 ta 1995 (1992 up in tha US), n' inspired animated specials, a animated feature length film n' three animated televizzle series.
Da toy line had a lata release up in Japan, kwa Takara up in tha '80s durin Generation 1, n' kwa Takara Tomy up in 2006 fo' a period of time.
A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead au alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
wewe can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong au right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
wewe can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
wewe can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead au alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
wewe can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong au right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
wewe can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
wewe can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Hi peeps, I just had an idea so I made a spur of the moment article!!!
So, what you've gotta do is write a single word in the maoni box (make sure it's relevant to the one above it!) and eventually it will make a story!!!
E.g:
There
Once
Was
A
Carrot
Called
Bill!
Get it? Ok, the starting word is...
Who
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Just filling up space so the makala will ACTUALLY POST HOW LONG DOES THIS THING HAVE TO BE?!?!?
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So, what you've gotta do is write a single word in the maoni box (make sure it's relevant to the one above it!) and eventually it will make a story!!!
E.g:
There
Once
Was
A
Carrot
Called
Bill!
Get it? Ok, the starting word is...
Who
Ghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghhghg
Just filling up space so the makala will ACTUALLY POST HOW LONG DOES THIS THING HAVE TO BE?!?!?
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